candiedsilkmoth
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
He’s almost looking forward to either falling from the top of the Netherbrain into the River Chionthar, or watching it fall from a safe distance. It’ll be over, then! It’ll be done. He can go hide in the dark, forget this ever happened twice. Astarion can forget Tav. He can move on. Learn to love the dark again, or something.
Astarion wakes up in a pod on the Nautiloid.
(COMPLETE! <3)
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 80,876
- Chapters:
- 26/26
- Comments:
- 2,139
- Kudos:
- 3,219
- Bookmarks:
- 906
- Hits:
- 60,114
Bookmarked by candiedsilkmoth
07 Mar 2026
-
Tags
Summary
These days, most everybody in camp had learned to wave away Astarion’s advances with a laugh. They found the flirtation titillating, Gale figured, or a bit threatening, or some combination of the two. He wondered if anybody else found it sad.
--
Good old-fashioned rumination on choice and compulsion. Gale and Astarion shake off their metaphorical shackles.- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 17,101
- Chapters:
- 4/4
- Comments:
- 308
- Kudos:
- 3,169
- Bookmarks:
- 658
- Hits:
- 36,046
Bookmarked by candiedsilkmoth
21 Feb 2026
-
- Words:
- 234,501
- Works:
- 1
- Bookmarks:
- 148
Bookmarked by candiedsilkmoth
19 Feb 2026
-
Tags
Summary
The leathers don’t fit anymore.
Trying them on again is a lark. They sit at the bottom of a drawer, under other, more precious things, and Ed imagines them disintegrating with time. He had dreamt a pretty dream about the early days, the curiosity between the two of them and how every glance made Ed’s heart stutter. (That still happens. Ed is forever taken with him.)
Ed had woken and wanted to see how it felt. To don his old uniform, to look in the mirror and see a vision of days past, or whatever. Ed rolls his eyes in hindsight. It was a romantic idea. He can’t get them up over his thighs.
Bookmarked by candiedsilkmoth
27 Mar 2025
-
Tags
Summary
Spring is as much of a dying season than it is a living one. Ed had died in the spring.
--
after season one, ed fakes his death and ends up on a welsh island populated solely by nuns. there he makes wine and tends the old wood-fired boiler, thinks about his mother and makes friends with a teenage nun; dreams in horrific red and black. then one night a rowboat eases ashore, and his safe, drunken wheel of routine gets shattered for good.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 68,894
- Chapters:
- 22/22
- Comments:
- 641
- Kudos:
- 421
- Bookmarks:
- 175
- Hits:
- 11,197
Bookmarked by candiedsilkmoth
28 Feb 2025